there is a hole inside my chest that you can crawl into and probably live in,
or we can build ourselves a house out of piano wire and broken up teeth,
there is a hole inside my morals that you can push and i will give in,
or you can tell me what you need so i can kill myself just trying to please you
we’re only doing this because you think that we have to,
we’re only doing this because you think that we have to
we’re only doing this because you think that we have to
there is a hole inside my chest that you can crawl into and probably forget me,
learning a throbbing in my hand from where the wall has connected to the loose end,
please don’t tell me what you need so i can kill myself i don’t want to please you,
please don’t tell me what you need so i can kill myself i don’t want to please you anymore,
coffee cans straight from the cupboard,
cigarettes straight from the gutter,
wholesome details that slip the mention,
a phrase to turn and connect the dots,
a phrase to turn and help the dots connect themselves
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